His attention was veered my way and the ugly face that sprang from him opened it’s mouth wide, demonic teeth flung out of it and I swung my blade with all my strength and hatred. The blade snapped but slit a deep gash into the foul figure and black blood oozed out into the water and I began to sink into this darkness. I panicked and tired to swim but it just made it worse as I slowly sank into the putrid scum of my own sin.

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A gray sky covers the dark charred earth and a hole opens in the storm. A black shroud falls from the heavens, screaming , flailing about in the wind of the storm. It is crushed against the hard deformed surface of the night. The robe to slowly follow its descent, dancing in the wind, and reaching its resting place on the black earth. A dreamer is born in the desolate landscape of an unknown world with an unknown path to follow and nothing but a deep love to guide his way. A spirit that must pie

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This is an edited version (to fix tense and spelling errors) of the very first full length story I attempted to write. Which has been, successfully followed by a myriad of other "attempts" ... because I can't seem to finish anything! Arrgh! *Walks away frustrated*

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